Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Han Zhan was amused by her terrifying description.

He was about to agree when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Han Zhan didn't change his shoes anymore, and leaned directly against the wall to answer the phone. "It's me." Han Zhan didn't say the name of the person on the phone either.

Song Ci vaguely heard the "Red Cross" and "Du Tingting".

After Han Zhan hung up, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Whose call is it?"

"Eyeliner." Han Zhan didn't hide it, and told Song Ci frankly: "I let people watch the movements of the Mu family." He took off his shoes, put on slippers, and his tall body walked over Song Ci to the kitchen.

Song Ci followed him into the kitchen.

Han Zhan poured a few goji berries into the cup, poured hot water, and then took a cup of warm water and handed it to Song Ci. "You drink this."

Song Ci held warm water, and it was hard to say a word. "In such a hot day, I would prefer a glass of ice water."

Han Zhan said: "No, absolutely not these few days."

"Why..." Song Ci suddenly shut up.

Living under the same roof, her menstrual period came, and naturally she couldn't hide it from Han Zhan. Now that they are all grown-ups, Song Ci will not feel embarrassed either. She drank warm water honestly and said, "Being Aolong at noon?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Yes."

Song Ci quickly opened the refrigerator, took out the Aolong from the soft-frozen storage room and put it in a large basin to wake it up. "Do it later, don't worry."

"Ok."

Han Zhan walked toward the sofa with a cup, and said to the little attendant behind him: "Du Tingting went to the Red Cross this morning to consult about organ donation."

Song Ci frowned, and she asked, "What does she consult with?"

Han Zhan said: "Du Tingting signed a post-mortem organ donation book. Guess what she wants to do?"

Song Ci was not stupid, and after a little thought, he understood Du Tingting's behavior.

"She wanted to give Mu Qiu her heart."

Song Ci's heart was heavy.

Only when a mother has such courage.

Han Zhan put the water cup on the coffee table, and as soon as he sat down on the sofa, Song Ci applied it like a dog skin plaster and sat down next to him. The two were very close, and Song Ci deliberately narrowed the distance between her and Han Zhan.

Han Zhan noticed and acquiesced to her approach.

They are husband and wife, and sooner or later they will do the most intimate things in the world.

Looking down at the two slender, white calves under Song Ci's knee-length skirt, Han Zhan said, "I was thinking, what made your mother suddenly have this idea?"

"Mu Qiu's body weakens day by day. If he can't wait for a suitable heart, Mu Qiu will only have a dead end. Mother has been in pain these days. Maybe she has had this idea a long time ago."

Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was looking at her legs. She deliberately sat on her side and stretched the lines of her legs to make it more beautiful.

Han Zhan frowned.

Song Ci lightly patted his leg with his right hand, winking and asking Han Zhan, "Brother Han, do you think my leg is beautiful? Do you want to touch it?" Song Ci raised his right leg and stretched it out in front of Han Zhan. , Said: "Come on, touch it for you, no money."

Han Zhan stretched out a finger and pushed her right leg away mercilessly.

He got upstairs, leaving Song Ci to sit on the sofa alone in a daze. After a while, Han Zhan came downstairs with a pair of men's cotton socks in his hand. Han Zhan threw the cotton socks into Song Ci's arms, "put the socks on."

Song Ci held those long men's cotton socks in both hands, somewhat doubting life. "This is summer."

Han Zhan said: "The central air conditioning has a constant temperature of 24 degrees."

Song Ci muttered: "It's not cold at twenty-four degrees, okay..." Han Zhan glanced at her a little coldly. He said, "The girl has a cold body, and if her ankles are frozen, it will cause joint pain. Be obedient. it is good."

A gentle and gentle tone, but there is a kind of strength that does not allow anyone to refute.

Song Ci shivered and put on her stockings.

Han Zhan was photographing garlic in the kitchen, Song Ci leaned against the sofa and lay down, falling into doubts about himself.

I miss her Song Ci, the first lady, fashion icon, every move, dressing style, always attracted attention. After six years old, she hasn't worn stockings since she knew Aimee.

But today, her dear husband personally threw a pair of stockings to her...

Song Ci took a photo, sent it to Yan Jiang, and told him: [Look. 】

Yan Jiang: [Yellow skirt with black socks? ? 】

Yan Jiang: [Has a convulsion? 】

Song Ci: [My brother Han said, wear this way to keep warm, otherwise you will get old and joint pain. 】

With smoke in his mouth, Yan Jiang sat on the chair in the dressing room and vomited. He frowned when he saw the news that Song Ci had just sent, and then typed a line of words with a sad expression on his face——

Yan Jiang; [Song Song, are you showing off that Brother Han loves you? 】

Seeing Yan Jiang's reply, Song Ci raised his head and glanced at the kitchen, then secretly took a profile picture of Han Zhan cooking and sent it to Yan Jiang.

Song Ci: [My brother Han, is he handsome? 】

After a long while, Yan Jiang replied: "What kind of pot goes with what lid. 】

Song Ci got angry, threw away the phone, got up and went to the kitchen.

Han Zhan is frying garlic in a frying pan, and the kitchen smells like garlic. Song Ci suddenly hugged Han Zhan's waist from behind, and the spatula in Han Zhan's hand paused, and soon put it down again. "What else?"

He had to adapt to Song Ci's little cuddling gesture as soon as possible.

Song Ci stood on tiptoe to watch him cook. She said, "I need a reason to hold my husband?" Song Ci was justified, and Han Zhan couldn't refute it.

Song Ci did not eat much, and she was full after eating half of the Aolong. After eating, she watched Han Zhan eat the remaining half of the Aolong, and then settled down two bowls of rice. She gave Han Zhan a thumbs up, "Brother Han can really eat, no wonder it grows so tall."

Han Zhan regarded herself as complimenting herself. "I have a job this afternoon, so I can't accompany you."

"I don't need to accompany."

After watching Han Zhan leave, Song Ci plans to visit Mu Qiu in the hospital.

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Wangdong City is divided into East City, West City and North and South Bank. The West City has six districts, namely Jincheng District, Bishui District, Huoan District and Jinshan District, as well as Fengxian District and Yufu District. Dongcheng is divided into three districts, Dade District, Dongshan District, and Sanshengqiao.

The North Bank and South Bank are high-tech parks that have only been developed in recent years. Han Zhan’s Zeus Aviation R&D Department is located on the South Bank. Between Dongcheng and Xicheng, there is a big Yulongyuan River across the river. There are three bridges on the river, Dushui Bridge, Wangdong Bridge, and Dongshan Bridge.

There is a small hill in the middle of the Yulongyuan River. It used to be empty. It was bought eight years ago and built a mansion that stunning the world——

Wolong Tower.

The building is 180 meters high and looks like a sleeping dragon on the first floor from a distance. It was designed by the world-renowned architect ‘Eagle Sail’. His work also won the Pritzker Architecture Prize.

Some people say that this building is the headquarters building of Shenghui Technology Co., Ltd. for their own company. Others say it is the headquarters building of the Phaeton Motor Company. There are different opinions, and no one knows the truth.

But Song Ci, who had been reborn once, knew that in a year, Shenghui Technology Co., Ltd., Phaeton Motors Co., Ltd., the famous Jetta hotel chain, Dongying Real Estate Company, and the newly born Zeus Airlines will all merge to form Zeus International!

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